Luyện nghe bài hát My Hometown

I was years old and running with a dime in my hand
Into the bus to pick up a paper for my old man
I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and as we drove through town
He'd tousle my hair and say son, take a look around, this is your hometown
Your
This is hometown
This is hometown

In `65 was running high at my high school
There was lots of fights between and whites
There was you could do
Two cars at a on a Saturday night, in the back seat there was a gun
Words were passed in a shotgun
And troubled had come to my hometown
My
My
My

Now Main Street's whitewashed and vacant stores
Seems like ain't nobody wants to come down here no more
closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks
Foreman says jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back
To your
Your
hometown
Your

Last night me and Kate, we in bed
Talking getting out
Packing up our bags and maybe south
I'm thirty-five, we got a boy, of our own now
night I sat him up behind the wheel and said son take a good look around
This is hometown